A Pilgrim’s Consolation


Warfare, pilgrim, is good reason to betake yourself from here.
Seek the roads that no one else takes; from the crowd now disappear.
 
Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe.
Hail those you meet along the way; give praise where praise is due.
 
Shield yourself from falsehood by recalling holy tales;
Strengthen soul and body as you drink the sacred ales.
 
At the crest of yonder mountain, where clouds obscure the view,
Fear not, O weary pilgrim: Someone watches over you.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #214
 
More Poetry Pantry #480 at Poets United

Posted on May 19, 2019, in Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. How well this reads Magical, I know communion wine is consecrated but didn’t think their ales were too!

  2. Lisa at Greenbow

    It is a wonderful thought that someone is always watching…

  3. We are all pilgrims in our own journey, the road can take us to many places. I find comfort knowing that someone is watching over.

  4. That’s a lovely ending, all light and delight. 🙂

  5. I absolutely love everything about this poem! Love the rhythm and rhyme and, especially, the message.

  6. “Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe..” A personal mantra of mine. Gretwrite!

  7. I really love this one… I feel the old saying: “It’s solved by walking”

    This is like a ghazal without he form

  8. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

    The ending gave me a chill, and somehow it is a compliment to my poem today.

  9. There is so much hope and comfort in this poem! ❤❤❤❤

  10. Comforting words, much needed these days…And I liked the voice. Thanks.

  11. There’s a sweet innocence in your story that is reminiscent of a simpler time. It feels soothing.

    Gayle ~

  12. Sacred-ale-drinking, pebble-in-shoe pilgrim… yes, I can connect to that!

  13. it’s a comforting thought to know that a guardian watches over you.
    this poem sings like a hymn. 🙂

  14. beyond the mount is a land filled with milk and honey,
    you will reach it if you pay the guard a wee bit more money

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